Monopolizing Skills to the 666th Floor - Chapter 50

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Skill Devouring to the 666th Floor Episode 050

50. Reins

Han So Ra is quite an established actress in Korea.

Whether it’s looks, figure, or acting ability.

Her hexagonal charm made her popular beyond national borders, reaching even China.

That was the reason she came to Shenzhen, China with her manager.

“Actress Han So Ra, the interview is ready.”

The morning schedule was an interview.

After that came brand event attendance, advertisement filming, fan meeting, and collaborative content production meeting.

One day wasn’t enough.

Just the interview alone took up the entire morning.

“So Ra, this is supposedly a famous local restaurant. Let’s have lunch here.”

“Okay.”

She went to the restaurant with her manager, but Han So Ra barely touched her food.

“Are you on a diet these days?”

“No.”

“Then why are you eating so little?”

“It tastes good but… it’s too greasy for me to eat.”

Manager Kang Tae Hwan sighed.

“You have an advertisement shoot this afternoon. You need to eat properly to have energy.”

“It’s fine. I have energy even without eating.”

“What are you, some kind of Apostle? Having energy without eating.”

She almost spat out the water she was drinking, but Han So Ra barely managed to hold it in.

‘Phew, that was close.’

The fact that she was an Apostle was a secret even her family didn’t know.

Why?

‘My mom’s mouth is way too loose…’

What if she carelessly revealed it and rumors about being an Apostle spread?

It would become troublesome in many ways.

She might even have to prove she wasn’t an Apostle.

‘I can’t even tackle the Labyrinth these days because of sinkhole surveillance… If it’s revealed that I’m an Apostle, it’ll become even harder to enter.’

She wanted to enter and conquer the Labyrinth.

She wanted to grow stronger than she was now.

It wasn’t just because she was a so-called gaming otaku.

‘I want to protect humanity like Amon.’

She wanted to prevent destruction in her own way.

Even though there was no need to worry with Amon around… there’s always the possibility of ‘what if’, isn’t there?

‘It shouldn’t happen, but… what if Amon fails?’

What should she do then?

Was there anything that could serve as an alternative?

‘I can’t just settle for reality believing the Advance Team will handle everything. The Follow-up Team should be prepared too.’

She had been conquering the Labyrinth with that mindset, but her record stopped at the 4th Floor.

This was because there had been no opportunity to challenge further once the government’s sinkhole surveillance began.

‘If it’s discovered that I’m an Apostle… it’ll become troublesome in many ways, right? My entertainment industry career would be over too.’

She didn’t want to lose either Labyrinth conquest or her entertainment career.

“Let’s get up if you’re done eating.”

“Yes.”

After finishing lunch, they boarded a van.

They moved to the scheduled advertisement filming location.

A Korean male celebrity was also there.

“You’re here? Pretty girl?”

“…Hello, senior.”

She wanted to ignore him but reluctantly offered a greeting.

Nam Ju Bin.

A famous Korean male actor who had a connection with Han So Ra from filming the same drama.

But that was all.

She had no favorable feelings toward him.

Nam Ju Bin was notorious for his reputation as a womanizer.

“So Ra, how do you get prettier as time goes by? All these Chinese people look like squids compared to you.”

“Don’t say things like that carelessly. You’ll be misunderstood as making anti-Chinese remarks.”

“I’m just saying you’re that pretty. So anyway, when are we going to have a drink together?”

“I’m not interested.”

“Come on, why are you being so standoffish? It’s fine for colleagues to have a drink or two.”

Would it really end with just one drink?

She smiled bitterly inside but didn’t show it.

No matter how poor his character was, Nam Ju Bin was still her acting senior.

“Alright, we’re ready for filming. Everyone please take your positions.”

Following the staff’s guidance, the advertisement filming began.

The two-hour shoot was completed relatively smoothly.

The schedule that followed was a fan meeting.

Even while moving to the event venue, Nam Ju Bin’s persistent advances continued.

“Let’s have a drink together after this.”

“I have a prior engagement.”

“You don’t have anything, so why are you being like this.”

“I really do have an appointment.”

“With who?”

“It’s a secret.”

Of course, there was no such appointment.

Perhaps knowing this, Nam Ju Bin persistently clung to her.

“Let’s meet after the fan meeting ends. I’ll treat you big time at a really good bar.”

“I told you I have an appointment.”

“Sure you do. Hehe.”

I had to acknowledge that level of persistent obsession.

Sighing inwardly, she moved to a different spot.

She was waiting at the event hall where the fan meeting would be held.

“Kyaaaah!”

A sharp scream that pierced the eardrums could be heard.

It was definitely from the direction where Nam Ju Bin was.

“What, what is it?”

Startled, Han So Ra turned her head.

Manager Kang Tae Hwan peered around to assess the situation.

“Ah… it’s nothing. They’re just excited about seeing a celebrity.”

“Ah… I thought it was something else.”

“I’ll go take a look.”

So it was a fan.

Well, Nam Ju Bin was certainly worth screaming over.

With his tall stature and handsome appearance.

Having celebrity-like charm, it was natural that he was popular in China too.

‘But if they knew he was actually a Casanova, how disappointed would the fans be.’

Han So Ra smiled bitterly to herself.

‘Still, to scream that loudly… it startled me.’

It’s not like she didn’t understand the fans’ feelings.

When you like someone, anyone can scream, right?

She had also secretly gone to meeting places to see Amon.

‘If Amon appeared before my eyes… I would have screamed like that too.’

Although she failed last time because of an imposter, if the opportunity arose, she wanted to meet him once.

The real Amon.

‘He’s been active on ViewTube lately…’

Unfortunately, things like his voice or hunting scenes weren’t revealed.

Still, she hoped things would go well for him.

From a fan’s heart.

“Kyaaaah!”

Another scream could be heard.

‘Are they that happy?’

Just as she was thinking there were surprisingly many Chinese fans who liked Nam Ju Bin.

“So Ra! Get away!”

The manager who had gone to check the situation came running back frantically.

“What’s wrong, oppa?”

“Some crazy bastard is going around stabbing people! It’s complete chaos right now!”

“What?”

She asked back in disbelief.

A stabbing incident broke out?

Right here, right now?

“This isn’t the time to stand there dazed! We need to run away quickly!”

The manager’s words seemed to be true as people could be seen scattering in all directions.

It was definitely a strange scene to be caused by fan excitement.

‘Wait, then that means people are in danger right now?’

Strangely, her feet wouldn’t move.

Fear and a sense of responsibility tangled together, holding her ankles.

“Let’s go quickly! It’ll be dangerous if we stay any longer!”

Despite the urgent shouts, Han So Ra didn’t back down.

Instead, she took steps toward the scene.

She felt like she had to help someone.

“What are you doing right now!”

“We have to save them.”

“What?”

“You said people are in danger right now. We have to help.”

“How could you possibly help! It’s dangerous, so hurry up and come here….”

Han So Ra shook off her manager’s hand and ran toward the scene.

“Hey, Han So Ra!”

Weihao wasn’t originally from Shenzhen.

Even so, this city often became his hunting ground.

It was a large, complex metropolis with many people, making it suitable for finding prey without being noticed.

Today, while looking for prey to satisfy his murderous urges.

‘Hmm? Is there some kind of event?’

He discovered a crowd of people gathered.

They were even standing in line – what were they doing?

Curious, he asked someone in line.

“What’s this line for?”

“Excuse me?”

“Why are you standing here?”

“Oh, well….”

After being momentarily flustered by his informal speech.

“Nam Ju Bin is holding a fan meeting. We’re here to get autographs.”

The woman answered obediently.

“Nam Ju Bin? Who’s that?”

“You don’t know? He’s a popular male celebrity from Korea.”

“So who is he?”

“That person over there.”

Where she pointed stood a handsome man with a neat appearance.

“That guy is Nam Ju Bin?”

“Yes, but… please don’t speak informally about Nam Ju Bin.”

Weihao’s eyebrows twitched for a moment.

‘Is this bitch crazy?’

But he could suppress this level of displeasure.

‘Fine, since you answered politely, I’ll spare you.’

He decided.

He would choose his prey from here.

‘Especially that Nam Ju Bin guy – I need to kill him.’

The reason for killing him was simple.

Because he was Korean.

Weihao had always harbored ill feelings toward the country called Korea.

Despite being a small nation, didn’t they always present Chinese culture as if it were their own?

‘And on top of that, Amon is Korean.’

He disliked the country of Korea even more.

That’s why he wanted to kill Nam Ju Bin.

By killing him, he would send a message to Amon.

‘Amon, no matter how great you are, can you prevent the death of a fellow Korean?’

It would be impossible.

No matter how exceptional, he was still just human.

One person couldn’t prevent every tragedy happening on Earth.

‘Of course, the message is just an excuse – I’m really killing him because I hate Koreans.’

Weihao chuckled and found his target.

He moved forward, ignoring the people standing in line.

“Hey hey? Excuse me! Can’t you see we’re standing in line here?”

“He’s blatantly cutting in line!”

“Shameless bastard!”

Weihao stopped walking for a moment.

‘If your goal was to provoke me, you succeeded. I’m fucking pissed off right now.’

The first guy who shouted, the guy who pointed out the line-cutting, the guy who mentioned conscience.

He noted all of them as he passed by.

“All three of you can die together….”

He extended his hand and cast Grip of the Dead.

“Guk!”

“Kueok!”

“Eok…!”

Toward the three people who were clutching their throats and showing signs of suffocation.

“Die.”

He clenched his outstretched hand.

Crack! Crunch! Snap!

With a crisp sound, the neck broke.

It was instant death.

“Kyaaaah!”

“S-someone died!”

“Uaaaah!”

Screams, chaos, panic.

In the midst of that pandemonium, Weihao leisurely opened his Inventory.

Tssss—

The Hobgoblin’s Machete gripped in his hand.

Weihao’s restraints had come undone.

Slash! Slash!

“C-crazy bastard!”

“Someone quickly call Public Security!”

He slashed indiscriminately at whoever was there.

All humans nearby were targets.

Slash! Slash!

“Uaaah!”

“Aaah!”

Arms were severed and entrails spilled out as a hellish scene unfolded.

Those who tried to flee, he tripped with telekinesis, then stabbed them in the back to death.

‘Kekeke, this is fucking exciting.’

Weihao curled up the corners of his mouth.

Though he was killing his own countrymen instead of his target, a thrill he’d never felt before wrapped around his entire body.

‘This is my first time killing prey so openly.’

How much had he worried about CCTV and witnesses’ eyes while committing murder until now?

‘The water’s already spilled. Just kill them all!’

Complete liberation.

Intoxicated by that feeling, he swung his blade frantically.

‘Ah! But I still need to find and kill the Korean.’

After killing twenty people, his reason returned and he went around looking for his original target.

People fled at the sight of the machete covered in chunks of flesh.

They’d probably already reported to Public Security, but it didn’t matter.

‘Prison? Even if I’m locked up, I can just break out with force.’

His strength, having climbed to Floor 24, could be called the strongest among Chinese.

There was no one who could stop him, whether Public Security or military.

‘There he is. Nam Ju Bin.’

The Korean celebrity Nam Ju Bin he’d seen earlier was fleeing in haste.

With explosive speed, he quickly closed the distance to Nam Ju Bin.

“You’re Nam Ju Bin, right?”

“Huk!”

“Korean bastard. Nice meeting you, now die.”

He swung the machete without hesitation.

Intending to sever the neck in one stroke.

But.

Ting!

“…?”

The machete bounced back instead.

By some unknown force.

‘What the hell happened?’

He tried striking once more.

Ting!

The result was the same.

Ting! Ting! Ting!

Each time the machete struck, a faint shield appeared and protected Nam Ju Bin.

Just in case, he tried using telekinesis but it didn’t work.

Only this message appeared.

[Grip of the Dead skill has been blocked by a Protection Skill.]

“A Protection Skill? What are you? Were you an Apostle?”

“Ugh, uaaaah….”

Nam Ju Bin panicked and was practically crawling on the ground.

‘Seeing that he’s not in a state to answer, he’s probably not an Apostle.’

Then does that mean someone cast a Protection Skill on him?

The moment he turned his head, their eyes met.

With a pretty-looking young woman.

“So it was you?”

“!”

Seeing her flinch in surprise, the situation was clear.

“You were the Apostle who cast the Protection Skill.”

He immediately used Telekinesis to grab her body.

“Urk!”

The woman’s body floated up into the air.

Weihao approached leisurely.

“What kind of skill did you cast on that bastard? What Protection Skill was it that even blocked my Telekinesis?”

“Ugh… urgh…!”

“Well, you don’t have to answer.”

He raised the machete.

“Whether you answer or not, I was going to kill you anyway.”

Obstacles must be removed.

He swung down at the woman’s neck.

Or rather, tried to.

Clang!

Until the blade was caught midway.

‘What?’

For a moment, he couldn’t grasp the situation.

A man who appeared like a ghost from somewhere was holding the machete’s blade with his bare hands.

Weihao raised his head to look at the man.

He was a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties.

“What are you…?”

“Why should I.”

Crack!

The machete broke pathetically.

“Answer your question?”

Weihao looked down at the broken machete pieces with disbelieving eyes.

‘What the hell…?’

The words that came from the man’s mouth were in Korean, the language he despised.

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